MozTastic

You’re The One For Me, Fatty

sol1t4ire — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 15:40:05 +0000

All over Battersea,
Some hope and some despair

sol1t4ire — Wed, 19 May 2010 23:00:23 +0000

Don’t say you’ll hold it steady
Then you let it go

sol1t4ire — Sun, 02 May 2010 11:02:20 +0000

And her silent words
Describing the fright of last night

sol1t4ire — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 11:12:09 +0000

Living longer than I had intended
Something must have gone… right!

sol1t4ire — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 21:44:57 +0000

The whispering
May hurt you
But the printed word might kill you

sol1t4ire — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 23:12:26 +0000

Nervous juvenile
(“WON’T SMILE!”)
What became of you?
Did that swift eclipse
Torture you?

sol1t4ire — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:48:32 +0000

I said: “I can’t pretend it gets easier.”
She said: “I’ve hung on, I have edged
along this narrow ledge
since the day I was born in 1975.”

sol1t4ire — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:14:30 +0000

Holding so tightly
To Daddy’s hand
But that was all
In some distant land

sol1t4ire — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 17:14:21 +0000

Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me?

sol1t4ire — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:44:44 +0000

You could have told me
At the right time
You could have introduced me proudly
Never need to have to kiss me
Never need to ever touch me